Oops, plot twist
The time had come: the day of the twenty-week scan. In the car, we were still discussing the colour of the baby’s room. Typical baby blue or a neutral shade of green on the wall? We just couldn’t agree.
When we arrived at the hospital, we were fortunately allowed in together. Because the baby was lying well and cooperating, the most crucial part of the ultrasound was soon over. He was healthy. Hurray! A healthy little boy was growing in my belly for the second time. Or so I thought. We were asked if we knew the sex. My husband and I nodded happily. We were asked to take a good look at the big screen. We did. The entire time, already. We stared. But at what, exactly? My husband was the one who asked if there was something wrong with the baby. Our son turned out to be a daughter.